Kane walked through the busy streets of Greenhaven with his axes secured to his belt.

The atmosphere was different from yesterday. Fear had melted into gratitude, and survival instincts were taking over in very primal ways.

He saw a busty baker’s wife pressing her tits against a barbarian’s arm while handing him fresh bread, whispering something filthy in his ear.

Further down the street, a married woman with wide hips and a flushed face slipped out of a barbarian tent, her dress wrinkled and her thighs still shiny as she hurried home.

’These people adapt fast,’ Kane thought with a smirk.

’When monsters want to eat them every night, they happily spread their legs for the men who can actually protect them.’

He reached the training grounds and immediately took charge.

"Listen up!" Kane barked.

"Form lines! Barbarians and villagers together. No more fucking factions."

Kane forced his barbarians to stand shoulder to shoulder with the local guards, breaking down the faction lines right away.

He showed them how to press their boots flat against the soil to feel the subtle vibrations of approaching monsters.

"These Sand Dwellers hunt by vibration. Stop prancing around on your fucking toes like scared little sluts. Plant your feet flat. Feel the ground. When the worms come, you want to be quiet until it’s time to kill."

He pointed at a weak section of the palisade.

"That beam is rotten. Brace it with iron before a worm uses it as a backdoor to fuck your village from inside."

The villagers whispered in surprise at how knowledgeable the "brute" was.

As Kane continued checking the new trap lines, several village women started openly flirting with him and his men.

A curvaceous greenhead with thick thighs brushed against his arm.

"You fought so bravely last night, Chief..." she whispered, biting her lip. "If you need anything to... relieve your stress tonight, my door is always open."

Another busty milf with breasts barely contained in her dress smiled seductively as she passed.

"I’ve never seen a man move like you. So strong... "

Thora stood a short distance away, arms crossed under her own chest, watching everything with narrowed eyes.

She didn’t say anything, but her jealous glare was clear. Kane just smirked and kept walking.

While walking the perimeter to check the new trap lines, he passed a large supply wagon. He pretended not to notice the village woman on her knees behind the wheels, happily servicing one of his younger warriors.

A short while after that, he caught Brak pressing a giggling local widow against a fence post.

"Brak, you fucking animal. I know those tits are delicious, but save some energy for tonight. Put your cock away before I use it as worm bait."

Brak immediately dropped his hands and stood at attention the second Kane walked by, trying to look innocent. Kane just shook his head and kept walking.

Gina shadowed him from a distance all day.

The blonde warrior stayed tucked behind corners and market stalls, following Greta’s strict orders to observe the new warlord.

Kane knew where she was at all times, but he let her watch him work.

A loud argument broke out near the food stores around noon.

A village man yelled at a barbarian for taking an extra ration of dried meat. The young barbarian snarled and reached for his iron axe, ready to take a head over a simple piece of fruit.

"Drop it," Kane commanded, stepping right between the two angry men. His voice was calm but carried unquestionable authority.

He looked at the young barbarian and told him to follow the agreed-upon ration rules or skip meals for an entire week, then turned to the villager and promised that the missing meat would be replaced by tomorrow’s hunt.

The tension vanished instantly, and both men walked away without another word.

Gina watched the exchange from the shadow of a nearby roof. She gripped the shaft of her spear very tightly.

’He speaks like a crude savage, but rules like an experienced general,’ Gina thought, biting her lower lip in obvious frustration.

’He fixes our walls better than our own builders, and he stops riots with a single sentence. I want to hate him because he is an outsider, but he makes it very difficult to find a real flaw.’

Later that evening, Greta invited Kane to her private manor for dinner. Candlelight flickered across the table.

Gina stood silently in the corner, spear in hand, watching everything.

Greta leaned forward in her silk robe, her massive cleavage on full display.

"You surprised me last night, Kane. You actually kept your promise."

"I always come prepared," Kane replied smoothly, tearing a piece of meat from the bone.

"I told you we would handle the pests. You just need to handle your end of our bargain."

Greta leaned forward across the table, her robe slipped slightly, exposing the valley of her generous cleavage to the flickering candlelight.

"And what exactly do you want, barbarian? You have food, and your men have warm beds. What else is there?"

"For a start, I want to see what is hiding under that silk robe," Kane smirked, keeping his eyes locked firmly on hers. "You promised I might taste a civilized woman if I protected your people. I am very hungry, Greta, and this roasted meat is not going to satisfy me for long."

Gina let out a sharp gasp from the corner of the room, her face flushing bright red at the filthy language.

She was deeply conflicted, torn between her strict duty to protect the village chief and her growing, undeniable fascination with the dominant warlord sitting right at the table.

Greta laughed. She did not seem offended at all. In fact, she looked highly entertained by his aggressive approach.

"You certainly don’t lack confidence," Greta said, running a finger around the rim of her glass.

"But you will have to earn your spot in my bed, Kane. Keep my village safe for the rest of the week, and we will see just how hungry you really are."

"I will hold you to that," Kane promised, raising his cup in a mock toast before taking a long drink of the wine.

He finished his meal and stepped out into the cool night air. The village was quiet, and the new mixed squads were properly posted along the walls.

[Hidden Quest Progress: Corrupt the Crimson Witch 18%]

[Affection with Lady Greta Thorne increased to 65/100]

[New Title Acquired: Guardian of Greenhaven]

[Effect: Plus 5% defense for all allied units within village borders]

Greta’s sultry laugh still lingered in the air as Kane stepped out of the manor into the night.

He was about to head back to his tent when he saw Gina slip out a side door, clearly trying to get some fresh air.

The blonde warrior’s face was still flushed, her breathing slightly uneven.

Kane moved quickly.

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the shadowed alley beside the manor, pinning her back against the wall with his much larger body.

"W-What are you doing?!" Gina gasped, eyes wide with shock, her spear clattering against the wall.

Kane didn’t answer with words.

He took her right hand and firmly pressed it against the rock-hard bulge straining in his leather pants.

"Feel that?" he growled low in her ear, voice filled with lust.

"That’s what your body has been doing to me all day. You want it, don’t you? I can smell how wet you are from here."

Gina’s hand trembled against his throbbing cock, but she didn’t pull away immediately; her cheeks burned red.

"I’m... I’m engaged, you barbarian!" she said, voice shaky.

"Let me go right now!"

Kane smirked darkly, his free hand slid down her stomach, and he pushed straight into her pants without hesitation.

His fingers found her soaked folds and rubbed her clit in slow circles.

"Ah, Ah...!"

Gina’s knees buckled, and a helpless moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Engaged?" Kane chuckled, voicing arrogance as he kept stroking her wet pussy.

"Even better. I love taking another man’s woman and making her drip for me instead."

He pumped two fingers deeper, curling them against her sensitive spot.

"Uh, uh, ah...! No... Ha... Haah...!"

Gina’s thighs clenched around his hand as another moan slipped out.

Then, just as suddenly, Kane pulled his hand free.

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean right in front of her, savoring her taste with a filthy groan.

"Formation 3!" Kane suddenly shouted toward the wall, his voice loud and commanding.

"Get ready! Double shift on the eastern ridge, now!"

He stepped back from Gina, wiping his hand casually on his pants as if nothing had happened.

The blonde warrior stood there panting, legs trembling, face burning with humiliation and unwanted arousal.

Kane gave her a smirk.

"Run along, blonde. We’ve got worms to kill tonight... "

Gina stared at him, speechless, as he turned and walked away, as if nothing had happened.